Fetti – Yung Ralph feat. Young Thug lyrics

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

I’m bout to stop f*ckin’ with niggas I know ain’t with it
(f*ck em)
You lil f*ck niggas is momma boys, go suck a titty (b*tch!)
f*ck it, I cop a new ride and
I pick up some hoes in the city (skrrt!)
Mollies on person, you know I get nerf in it, freaky
No barbaric b*tch, I got on some Burberry
I keep them blue Benjamins on me for credit
If you go on this move you might get you a slice like a deli
Big choppers, I got lots of bullets and trailers
I’m a big dog, I’m a big dog
Be with my boy, pina colada
I am a tiger, f*ck a Mufasa
I shit like a diaper, I’m never gon’ wife her
Swear, swear, I’m never gon’ wife her
I catch her the bed and I f*ck out the lights
I swear I’m in Europe, but I don’t got Facetime, baby girl, we can Skype.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

Yeah, why your b*tch on me? Yeah
Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy
Don’t run up on me ya’ll
My little b*tch is a gangster, she tote that .40 ya’ll
Drive that foreign like a Chevy, envy Thugger and Young Fetty
Yeah, I’m countin’ all that fetti, nowadays my jewelry heavy
Ya I’m rockin’ on designer clothes
Ya nowadays sharin’ my hoes
Ya everyday hear bout this dough
Just in case you didn’t know
I had your b*tch on my phone
Little nigga now you know
Pull up right there on your block
You know Thugger got the pole, yeah
Now I be gettin’ the knots
Lil Uzi rockin’ them shows yahh
Countin’ fetti, not a rapper
Treat the game like rock and roll ya.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fettiii
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet it.

Gucci and Louie come straight out the box
I play with Fetti but my name ain’t Wap
Hop out that truck and I hop in the drop
Hit from the back but I love her on top
What would you do for the cash?
Care what you do for the cash
I’m talkin’ that money with Thugger right now while we thumb through a bag
Still on the block, yeah I still do that work
Still movin’ snow and that purp
Niggas own G’s, oh don’t play with the air, killer put a hole in your shirt
Hit a nigga where it hurt
I’ma get her out her skirt
Shoot an uzi by my nigga Uzi in the winter time ridin’ vert’
Diamonds flashin’ like an ambulance
In the bank doin’ the money dance
Overseas with a foreign b*tch, she red for me, gotta get a tan
What would you do for this paper baby?
Still screamin’ f*ck a hater baby
I’m the Cavs, you the Lakers baby
Gated cribs sit on acres baby, Juug.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fettiii, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet ittt.Yung Ralph lyricsVideo Ralph